Asian Doll And King Von Novels & Stories

At the far end of the hall, elevated on the three stone steps of the royal dais, sat Alpha King Kai Feng. He was wearing his full ceremonial armor—the heavy, dark steel plates engraved with the original moon markers of the first pack kings. His face was a completely blank slate, his black eyes fixed on the entrance as we were marched down the center aisle. He didn't look like the man who had pulled me onto his horse by the river; he looked like an ancient idol carved out of the mountain itself. Sitting in the smaller, carved wooden chair to his right was Luna Ling Zhou.

He settles me on the counter as he hurriedly goes through the drawers to find something for me while I sit there like an obedient child waiting for her mom to pick her clothes. Azriel breaks my trains of thought, picking me up. He slides a wine red colored top on me which reaches till my mid-thigh and then makes me wear the same colored socks which reach till my knees. I look at the outfit with a frown, he's dressing me like a doll . . . his doll. He smiles ruffling my hair before he picks me up and begins walking out of the room. I clutch onto his shirt scared of what kind of people I'm going to meet now. Everyone knows the King family is very ruthless.

"I can always tell. You smile more. Your eyes get all soft. And you don't look at your phone as much." Cassian laughed—a genuine, unguarded sound. "You're very observant." "I get it from you." He kissed her forehead and stood up, still holding the doll with the plastic crown. "I should probably give this back to you." "No, keep it. You're still the prince. The prince has to protect the kingdom." Emory picked up another doll. "I'll be the queen." "The queen?" "Someone has to be in charge." Cassian smiled and tucked the doll into his pocket. "Fair enough, Your Majesty."

I heard a knock on the door, and I walked over to the door and opened the door and it was Henry. "Your majesty," I bow, he walks in and closes the door. "Nana Linda," he bows. Do they know each other? "King Henry, it's good to see you," she says with a smile. "How are you?" "I'm very well thank you," she says. They continue asking questions back and forth completely forgetting that I exist, I silently wait for them to finish when Henry looks over at me and winks. "You look beautiful as always." I melted. "I do apologize for the press; I'm having that taken care of."

My whole body stiffened as I looked over at the door. An older version of Von walked in, but he had crimson red eyes. They seemed to look straight into my soul as I watched him sit down beside his son. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Acting Queen Sarah.” Von rolled his eyes at his father’s politeness. “My name is Silas and I am the Vampire King.”

“You’re not planning on meeting the Wolf King dressed like that, are you?” Don’t bite. Don’t bite. Don’t— “What’s wrong with this dress?” I ask, turning back around. “You look like a pretty little doll.” The way he says it doesn’t sound like a compliment. “Perhaps that’s the point.” “This is not the kingdom of men.” “Meaning?” “Do you want to face the Wolf King as a queen or a doll?” “I’m not a queen.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Are you a doll?” “I’ll be either if it gets me out of this alive.”

The colonies of the Southern Falsies lined up neatly according to their respective types, before them the King of the South and his future queen stood Javanese. Edmund looks handsome in a royal dress which includes a red silk robe, a magnificent crown, and a golden scepter as the mandatory dress of a King. Meanwhile, Miranda — although Lillian was reluctant to admit it — looked very beautiful in a dark red dress without sleeves, and a wide skirt filled with intricate black carvings.

The king smackdown the spirit who is being that one noisy fly making stupid buzzes in the room. "Gah! What is that for!?" The King glance at him with the 'You ask for it' face before resuming the stalking research. Sometimes he would form a smile or sneer along with the read and Al would try to peek at his face just to get shoved to the side... "How is “he”?" The king flips the paper, neatly placing it to one side. This is full information on his new doll. He should cherish it as much as possible. Learning her likes and dislike are important before asking her out for a date...

Noreen sneered, “I should be asking you that!” Just when they were about to get into a staring contest, the door opened. They immediately put their differences aside when they saw their monarch and gawked at him. Ivy emerged from the house a minute later with a large snow-white snake, which shocked Noreen once again. Their King was first in... in... She shook her head in confusion not understanding what King was wearing. Secondly, how had his partner managed to keep an Asura snake as a pet? What in the world is going on?

Something seemed off about the Ajenian king’s appearance. At first, Ishida and Rhina could not identify what it was. The king was in a luxurious robe…did he have a crown? Yes, he did. Was he holding a scepter? Almost— he was holding a staff. What was the problem, then? Ishida was the first to figure it out. When he did, he let out a cry of terror. “What is it, Ishida?” Rhina asked.